little dreams

People who crawl, people to talk, people who stare, people who dare to enter the little door will experience once life once death, they will see the in-between, gods many failed attempts at humans, "what freaks!" you would say, but beware what you see will never be the same. Although some are kind, some are rude, some crawl in the darkness nevertheless they are always crude.
Beware of tall empty bodies, beware of the fall, nothing is real, nothing at all. some are in panic some turn psychopathic, some are problematic. People who struggle will meet with fail, some who accept or play along will live a happy tale